One they’ve become in the wetness of raindrops falling on their heads…The fight within dies to live inside the other….For making love is a poetic serenade, locked souls in another time stopping stare down …thunder and lightning only adds to the ambience…no need for candlelight or seductive food or liquid courage…They always partook in eating and drinking each other as if it were their last meal…
No, love never has failed them…
Annabelle’s dominant passion prevailed much power over her man…. or perhaps Jeremiah is tired from patrolling all night long…Submitting is not an easy task for an Alpha…
She smiled…”You are home early; did you hear your name echo from my moaning lips?” ….
His pupils were dilated…. breathing ragged…. words meaningless now…as he lifted off her and fell to his knees, bowed his head, and stretched out his muscular arms in front with palms facing up…
His voice low and filled with conviction….”I’m your slave…your Alpha…and your man….”
Be still her heart when he surrenders all inhibitions at her feet…and he waited in his place hearing her boots click and clack across the wood into their chalet. Dripping from head to toe she retrieved her broken in snake whip…Sure, he loves the building tease she administered, but their bdsm lifestyle is stronger than steel…therefore, at times she goes in for the kill first then savors a new kind of build up…
Out the door she walked confident as always and smiling unable to take her sparkling eyes off the leather cut through the pouring rain and lash a red line across his broad marked back….So strong and beautiful is the man before her….devoted to take her passion, her pain, her power and pledge of allegiance to him….all in the palm of her hands….and soles of her feet….
Barely able to see the black leather in the dark of night fly back, again her arm reared and threw forward to strike his flesh…moaning as his muscles spasmed once the sting registered to his brain….yet, stubbornness would not scream….So, she slashed and slashed and slashed his skin until he did holler her name….it is then her heels cross the lines of love and lust….Her lust for power did get carried away, stomping his bulk flat to trample in his turmoil….
She moaned after each stomp, knowing full well her love crushed away his pain, his ego, his burdens, and stress…. Oh yes, a double-edged sword this is, allow me to introduce Alpha intensity…. Hard and soft is this love of a lifetime….
Stark raving mad go her heels digging deeper…. opening new and old wounds to touch with her own flesh…She squatted to taste his blood shed for her, all the way down his ass and legs…
”Mmmmm, I’ll never get enough of you, Slave!” she taunted.
“Roll over, Puppy.” She commanded.
He obeyed her every word to the last letter…. She nodded, lifted her leg and crashed her boot into his gut, gave a slow twist of her heel…loving how he grunted and doubled forward…Slid her boot up his chest onto his face…
”Dinner is served, lap in luxury, Puppy!” she chuckled.
She waited until he cleaned the soles of her dirty boots before walking away…. Soaking in the rain he watched in anticipation as to where her mind would go. Meanwhile his backside bleeds a river into the wood beneath him….
She returned with no boots on, but did with chains, cuffs and a cock cage…. then proceeded to cuff his wrists and ankles to the chains locked first around wood panels…She loved crawling up his body and whispering in his ear….
”You’re fucking Mine!” she purred…
She crawled backward sat on her heels and struggled to shove his hard cock in it’s new cage, but she did…Stubborn to the core her man is…
She glared at him swinging the key-chain adorning the key around her fingers after the infamous click sound of the lock….dangled it over his face…..just out of reach for the taking….
She stood…towering over him, smiling of course as she fondled his caged existence with her toes, heeling his balls…. moaning at the power she beholds… He dares not utter a word or all her goodness and badness can simply go inside and go to bed…. But what can he say that will be ignored or laughed at?
She took a few steps back and put her whip back to work on the frontal regions of his body, taking great delight in his facial expressions….trying so hard to not show his pain….resistance is such a turn on for her….
Her arousal heightened so much that after each lash her pussy just had to feel his heartbeat and bathe in his pain….playing with herself sitting upon the throne of his chest…..gushing her glory in his face….before riding his tongue….
Like she told him earlier….He is fucking hers….
